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“Tsk, tsk, fae,” Myanin said in a soft voice. “Tis not nice to call others names. It makes you look weak. After all, what kind of warrior has to resort to words instead of simply using his blade to prove himself?” Rage entered the man’s eyes. The fae growled like an angry wolf and thrust his sword at her. It was not a smart move, but an emotional one. He should know better than to allow his emotions to enter a fight. Emotions caused mistakes, and mistakes made you dead. Myanin simply turned just as the blade would have reached her, causing him to lunge past her. In the blink of the eye, she’d jumped on his back, thighs clamped to his waist and both her blades crossed in front of his throat. “You lose,” she crooned in his ear. She waited for him to magic his weapon away before finally dro